𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍

( might as well read my entire future
while you're at it )

                         𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋, 𝕹aomi Aizawa wanted to rid the world of villains. To destroy them from the inside out and watch as their lives faded away until their legacies became nothing more than a pile of bones. Where their taint of evil was lost and away from the world and buried deep within each soul and followed them to their next lifetime. And when they made it and still chose the villain route, she'd be there to destroy them again. Teeth gnashing, fist clenching, and her own blood spilling—she'd be there to set fire to their minds and souls if she so much as sensed any form of malice in their eyes.

And with each villain gone, she'd sharpen her teeth waiting for her next foe. Not afraid to spill a little blood with each battle awaiting her, and with the rise of criminal activity in their little globe—she'd be sharpening each tooth for a lifetime ( and maybe every lifetime after )

                         But that didn't mean she would taint her life with crimson, bruises, and pain for just anything. Her reasoning had to be supreme if she continued to add scars to her smooth skin—it had to be paramount.

It wasn't for glory, or fame ( despite how alluring that sounded ) or money ( despite how much she craved it ) that much anyone knew—yet, they still knew her drive was much more complex, hidden beneath those layers of smooth vanilla skin and barricaded beneath the jagged spikes of her ribs . . . all with just one look in her eyes. But, if it wasn't any of those, what could possibly be her reasoning? Why would she want to exterminate ( cleanse? ) the world of villains? Of their tyranny and cruelty? Why did it matter to her so much that she'd continuously show the gravel in her guts and the spit in her eyes?

So many people curious, and yet not a single soul dared to ask her.

                         They murmured, ridiculed, and wondered aloud—their voices echoed through the winds and into the ears of the wonder, forcing her jagged ribs to puncture her heart as they grew to bar around her face and body. It's for your own protection, would be written in her skin as they shaped and molded an entirely new persona, it's for you. And not once did they ask her either before they moved and inflicted her pain, lashing on her heart—adding more lacerations than before. Now her perfect heart only lived in her memories, as the new one grew darker day by day.

                         Nonetheless, if a single person were to ask her why she had grown to despise villains, she'd tell you.

It was their selfishness, the way they'd topple anyone in their way—mothers, fathers, and even children to succeed in their own plan for their personal gain. Villains are greedy bastards that deserved nothing put pain and scars, especially if the villain used an innocent life for their advantage. Why do they get to decide who lives and dies? What in their right minds convinced them that their lives were far more superior than others?

She'd seen firsthand the pain villains would cause for their own selfish desires, it's where her anger began—when she had to witness the loss of a life right before her mere toddler eyes. But this was not the only reason and it surely was never going to be the last. Another, was the wary look in her fathers' eye every time he'd come back from a mission with the cuts, bruises, and blood followed soon afterward. Despite his best efforts to wash away his exhaustion, his daughter was clever. She knew of all the times he couldn't sleep and nightmares played on a loop behind his eyelids. Where instead of sleeping he'd resort to running his calloused fingers through his own daughter's hair, the only grounding anchor he was able to find in his collapsing world. The only thing he'd return to—and keep returning to.

                         Yet, she hated the look in his eyes as he went off to play hero. When he'd bid her farewell and promised to come back—it was a look as though he himself sometimes didn't know if what he was saying was the truth.

                         This resentment towards this group of villainy is what led her to her path toward becoming a hero, like her father ( to which he completely disagreed with )  to help battle against these tyrannical foes so people much like her said father could relax and have a peaceful look in their eyes for a change. Even if it were for only a moment. She used this burning emotion to fuel her dedication, her passion so bright her own mentors could feel her energy every time she used her quirk. It was this same energy that got her admitted into U.A high purely on recommendations.

                         And yet, despite her father's disapproval of his daughter following in his footsteps, he knew he couldn't stop her. She was far too stubborn and her quirk ( if fully developed ) could be far more superior than All mights himself. The world needed her Quirk even if he refused to believe it.

"I know, daddy," the girl stated as she twirled the white strands of hair through her fingers. "As soon as you enter the classroom, you are not my father and I am not your daughter. You are my teacher and teacher alone. I am to act as any other student and that's it. No special treatment, no favoritism, and especially no telling," her feet were up resting on the couch of the teachers lounge. "Can I go now? I swear I got it down the first fifty times you told me."

                         Aizawa rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face as he ruffled her hair, "Alright, Alright, go ahead."

"Sick!" She tugged on her heeled boots and rushed to grab a hold of her black backpack. "Bye dadd—I mean teach! See you in class!"

She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before racing out towards her classroom, her heeled boots clicking with every step she took.

"No running, Naomi!"

"Sorry, Mr. Aizawa!"

She sent her father one last cheeky grin and ventured through the marbled halls of UA. A familiar place to her ever since she had been a child—seeing as when her father wasn't at home, he was always grading papers and making classroom plans in these very halls. The same halls she'd grown up in and considered a second home. Where the faculty felt like her own little family alongside the one she had with her father.

She hurried through the halls—weaving and dodging the crowd. The excited ripples of new and returning students lightened up the marbled decor. Some with the same hurry as her, all too enthused at the start of the academic new year.

She knew she'd need her head in the game if she wanted to succeed especially if she wanted to strive to reach her goal. It surely was her start on the highway to hell, and seeing as she was one of the twenty-one classmates in her class—she knew they'd be giving it their all as well. Sure, maybe their dreams didn't exactly align with hers—but that doesn't mean they wouldn't be putting less of an effort. Now more than ever since the announcement of All might being one of their teachers. If they wanted to succeed, they'd strain their quirks and mold them into something far more powerful than they could ever imagine.

The good thing was, Naomi had been training with the best, the moment she could barely comprehend the might of her Quirk. When in elementary school she had accidentally summoned the devil—forcing the entire school to evacuate and a tac team of fifty to ransack the school only to find the girl happily giggling with the demonic being holding her in his embrace.

Let's just say, the minute her father saw the creature, he made sure to train her excessively so no other mishap occurred.

So, she has an advantage.

Or at least she thought.

The minute she walked in her classroom—a place she'd be in for the next three years of her life, she noticed the excitement in the air. Her classmates were eager to start their careers, and they hardly paid any attention to her. Yet, with her sharp eyes, she paid far too much attention to them.

"Did you see the babe that just walked in? Oh god, I love it when they walk that way, I call dibs," A short boy said. His hair consisted of purple bouncy balls on his head. He was practically foaming at the mouth and that was all it took for Naomi to immediately deem him unlikeable. If this is what UA academy is allowing in their ranks, they certainly downgraded.

"In your dreams, dude. Watch this."

Naomi busied herself with looking at the seating chart, completely aware that an orange haired boy was headed her way. From the descriptions she had borrowed ( stolen? ) from her father, she knew who they were. The boy with the purple balls had a Quirk that allowed you to stick on the balls he had on his head. He can detach them from his scalp and throw them—wherever they landed they'd stick on the surface. The orange haired idiot making his way towards her had the Quirk of electricity. But using too much of it turned him completely useless.

"Hey, beautiful," Naomi quirked an eyebrow at the boy. "Say, Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?"

Naomi rolled her eyes and brushed past him and without hesitation said, "Must've been once. I don't make the same mistake twice."

Ignoring the shocked look on his face Naomi found her designated desk and sat down. Completely ignoring the scheming boys around her.

"Aw," the oranged haired boy pouted. "That one usually works!"

Naomi snorted as she pulled out her purple notebook, "With who? Your mother?"

"HEY!"

A girl next to him burst out laughing at the dejected look on his face, "That's what you get!"

Naomi recognized her from her father's documents. Her quirk came from the earphone jacks dangling from the tips of her ears. She could listen through the room and send powerful blast of sound waves to her target. A useful quirk for reconnaissance.

The boy groaned, "I'll have you know my mom thinks my pick up lines are great."

"You're such a mama's boy, dude," the shorter of the two stated. "Girls don't like that."

                         "And how would you know what girls like, creep? You wouldn't have a clue of what we like if it hit you in the face," another girl with pink skin stated.

                         "What can I say," the shorter boy said. "I'm a ladies man."

                         The people around him burst with disagreements at his words. Majority of the discord came from the girls, either gagging or throwing any objects they could get their hands on towards the male.

"Now, class. I'm sure they both learned their lesson. Now if you both would please apologize! It's the first day, you don't want to leave a bad impression on one of your classmates" A boy with small square glasses practically patronized as he gestured to an already bored Naomi whom had her head in her hand and was currently drawing in her notebook.

"We're sorry for calling you super hot."

"That's most certainly not a way to do it!"

"You said to apologize!"

"Yes, but in a more respectful manner!"

"We apologized isn't that what matters?"

"Um," someone from behind her spoke up. "You're Naomi right?"

Naomi's curiosity couldn't be any more perked especially with the conversation taking place in front of her—she desperately needed some sort of distraction if she wanted to keep her composure.

When she turned, directly behind her was a beautiful girl with dark raven hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her face framed with side parted bangs. Her eyes were a stormy grey, the color of thunderous clouds—yet so calculating, they looked as though they were planning their next move.

This girl she could recognize even without the help of her father's documents seeing as they were both evaluated along with about a handful of other girls in their Recommendation entrance exam. She had participated in the exam with the group after Naomi's with the brunette remembering the other furiously looking to textbooks as though they held the answers to her problems. Whereas all Naomi had were the cards up her sleeve. Quite literally.

"I didn't get the chance to introduce myself at the Entrance Exam, my name is Momo Yaoyorozu and with a Quirk like yours I'm happy to share a classroom with you."

Naomi's lips quirked up in a smile, still ignoring the buzzing excitement of the others as she shook the girls hand, "Likewise and I could say the same about yours. You can't find anything like it. No matter where you look."

                         The girl flushed at the compliment, "I'm flattered."

                         Naomi grinned, "I'm just as glad to share a classroom with you."

"Say," Yaoyorozu began. "What'd you think they have planned for our first day? I know we have orientation but surely that can't be it."

                         "With our homeroom teacher, I doubt that'll be it."

                         "How are you sure?"

                         Naomi shrugged, her wavy hair bouncing lightly at the movement, as she crossed her legs and pressed the end of her pen to her pretty pink lips, "Heard some upperclassmen talking about it. Apparently, our teacher is notorious for being unpredictable."

"Well," she frowned a clear sign that the girl didn't like not knowing, "Spontaneity is a form of growth, I suppose."

Naomi tilted her head as she jutted her bottom lip—emphasizing her faux confusion, "From their voices, they sounded nervous. So I wouldn't know what to expect. I guess it'll just be better to expect the unexpected, as cliche as that sounds."

Her words might have reassured the girl because a look of determination washed over her face, "You're right."

Naomi hid the small smile on her face by turning around and facing the front, in doing so catching a glimpse of a boy who was looking at her through red narrowed eyes, like she was mere muck under his boot. His blond hair was up in spikes as though he woke up and decided to call it a day.

She quirked a brow, "Didn't realize I had an admirer. Sure you don't want a picture, handsome?" She smiled coyly—but anyone could see she was being sarcastic. "I'd even give it to you for free."

The boy with purple balls from before heard the conversation and looked upset at the words coming from her mouth, "You lucky bastard!"

"Tsk," the boy said, putting his feet on top of his desk. "As if, like I'd want anything from you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, hotshot. Would you prefer I ask for your picture?"

"Shut it, you idiot."

"I mean, by all means, please, I would love a picture of you," she smirked a coy glint in her eyes. "So I can use it as toilet paper next time I run to the rest room."

"What did you just say to me?!"

"Take your feet off that desk, now!" The boy she recognized as Tenya Iida said as he rushed in between the two. His glare pointed directly at the blond.

"Huh?"

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you creatin."

"You're kidding me right?" The blond challenged. "You're old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

Naomi rose her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Uh—" He drew in a deep breath. "I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy."

"Somei, huh?" The blond tilted his head. "So you must think you're better than me huh? I'm gonna have fun tearing' you a new one."

"You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?"

The blond turned his head towards the door and his face fell into one full of resentment, an emotion Naomi knew all too well. Seeing his attention wander, Iida turned his head too and immediately straightened up at what he saw.

                         Naomi's curiosity got the better of her, she followed their gaze to the main door. There stood a boy, maybe about two inches shorter than her with unruly green hair, eyes as big as a deer in headlights, and freckles so deep they look like scattered stars against his pale skin. Her head tilted curiously, as the students around her murmured to themselves at the sight of the boy.

                         "Uh, hi," he nervously stated as he gripped his backpack with a bruising grip.

                         "Good morning! My name is—"

                         "Yeah, I-I know. I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's super nice to meet you," the greenette introduced.

                         Naomi raised her eyebrows in interest. This boy looks like he couldn't harm a fly, how in the world did he pass? She knew the practical exams were pretty intense from the way her father would talk about them. Surely, his quirk had to be much greater than his appearance, yet who was she to judge a book by its cover.

"Midoriya, you realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? You must be very perceptive, and I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student you're far superior to me."

"Um, I find that hard to believe."

"Hey! I recognize that messed up hair! Falling boy! That punch was amazing!" A pretty girl with chubby cheeks and red hair enthused as she waved her fist around in excitement.

"Oh, hey, hi! Oh my gosh! I should probably be thanking you for going in and talking to them."

"Huh? How'd you know about that?"

"Oh. I—Um—What?"

"What do you think we're doing today besides orientation? I wonder what our teachers are like. I can't wait to meet everybody!"

"If you're just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now," the familiar voice of her father echoed throughout the classroom and halted any and every conversation taking place.

"Welcome to UA's hero course," her father emerged from the obnoxious yellow sleeping bag and stood up. Immediately Naomi almost face palmed. She'd heard countless of stories about her father in the classroom and now that she was going to deal with him, she couldn't help but find the truth to the tales.

"It took eight seconds before you all shut up. Thats not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that," he walked inside of the classroom and observed the class, purposefully evading his daughter's eyes. "Hello. I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher."

                         The room was filled with gasps of disbelief.

                         "Right. Let's get to it. Put these on and head outside."

With the uniforms in hand they headed to their respective locker rooms and followed instructions. All they could do was murmur to themselves as they changed their outfits and make their way towards the field outside of their new school.

The minute she changed into the blue gym suit, she immediately wanted to take it off. Light it on fire and throw away the ash. Maybe then the smell of sweat and must would evaporate from her poor abused nostrils. She'd be sure to take it up to her father the minute she saw him after class and away from her classmates.

"Do you mind creating a blowtorch after we're done, I can't stand how I look in this. Blue is definitely not my color," Naomi said as she sidled up next to Yaoyorozu who giggled at the complaining girl.

"I think it suits you," she said with a warm smile. "Though I do have to agree. It isn't something I'm used to wearing."

"Let's blowtorch these suits together once we get our costumes."

"Deal."

"Alright, class. Settle down," Her father called for their attention. "Now you will all be participating in a quirk assessment test."

"What? A quirk assessment test?"

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" The pretty girl from before frowned.

"If you really wanna make it to the big leagues, you can't waste time in pointless ceremonies," Naomi heard the gasps around her. "Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. Thats means that I get to run my class however I see fit. You all have been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn," her father nodded his head towards the blond boy from earlier. "Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?"

"Sixty-seven meters. I think," he shrugged.

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk," he gestured towards the marked circles behind him. "Anything goes, just stay in the circle."

The boy smirked as he stretched, "All right, man, you asked for it."

He wound up before releasing his throw with a loud, "Die!" Followed by a loud explosion emanating from his hands, catapulting the ball far away from them until Naomi lost sight of it in the sky.

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero," he lifted his phone and in his screen it read, seven hundred and five meters.

Color Naomi impressed, it was a pretty far distance. Maybe this big mouthed cretin did know what he was talking about . . . and maybe Naomi should've just kept her mouth shut the first time they had an encounter. Maybe then, she wouldn't be on his shit list.

"Whoa!" The boy with the orange hair from before spoke up. "705 meters, Are you kidding me?"

"I wanna go! That looks like fun!"

"This is what I'm talkin' about, using our Quirks as much as we want!"

"So this looks fun, huh?" Her father's expression darkened. "You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and play time? Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

Naomi rolled her eyes as the others began to freak out. The countless of times she'd heard stories of her father as a teacher prepared her for this very moment. He'd threaten his previous students with expulsion, sometimes bluffing but the other times he wasn't—he'd expel them then re-enroll them to prove a point. That no matter what if your goal was to become a full fledged hero, your entire being needed to be in it, not just your heart.

It was one of the reason he was so hesitant on his own child becoming a hero.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!"

At this point, the pretty girl was digging her own grave.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Hm?or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond, Plus Ultra-style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

"Now then, we're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin."

As the other students began rushing towards the fifty meter dash, Yaoyorozu turned to Naomi with furrowed brows, "Expect the unexpected, huh?"

Naomi shrugged as she stood to be next after the others, "Told you, I heard he was unpredictable, and this," she gestured towards the students now racing. "Proves it."

"Next two to the starting line."

Naomi sent Yaoyorozu a smirk to which the girl said, "Good luck, but I'm sure you won't need it."

                         "You're probably right," she shuffled the cards in her hands smoothly and watched as a single card from her parted deck appeared in front of her: The Sun, it read. That bright purple sun smiled back at her as if amused at her predicament—as if knowing it was of no use to her. This cards capabilities were not compatible to the fifty meter dash she was participating in, she needed to change it and she needed to change it fast.

                         Knowing this would heavily impact her future games, she shuffled the deck again. Murmuring to herself ( and to the cards? ) as if praying for a specific outcome. Praying to whatever her deity was to change her card to a more specific one—The Fool. With this card drawn, she'd have the ability to get a significant boost in points for this specific game, and with just one look around her already distracted classmates, she knew exactly who she'd target.

                         With a shuttering breath, she released her hold on her tarot cards waiting in bated breath if her concentration was enough to change her card. Desperately hoping the familiar image of the vagabond painted intricately on her tarot card would appear before her eyes.

                         A tarot card floated in front of her . . . And just as she'd concentrated, the tarot card she needed appeared before her.

                         She almost landed a big kiss on the card out of pure relief.

                         Now, to make a plan.

                         "Hey, your names Iida right?" She tilted her head in a kittenish manner. "Wow," she peered down at the engines on his calves. "You have such strong leg muscles."

                         The boy taller than her blushed profusely as he straightened his posture to the best of his ability, "Why, thank you! I inherited my quirk through my family. It was passed on from—"

                         "Say," she furrowed her eyebrows in an attempt to look bashful while she bit her lip. "You probably have more muscles than any guy I'd ever seen," she knelt down appearing curious at how the mufflers sprouted from his skin. "You definitely have to tell me your leg workout," she peered up at him with big eyes. "I know of many boys who'd need it."

                         "Oh!" He said, his cheeks dusted a deep red. "I-I'm more than happy to help out my fellow classmates—"

                         "Can I touch them?"

                         "You'd like to what?"

                         "Only if you're okay with it?" She pouted. "I just want to know what real muscles feel like."

                         "Oh—" he coughed and straightened up. "I suppose that's alright."

                         She reached over delicately placing her pretty pink manicured hand over his cool metallic mufflers and within moment of contact, her hand began to glow a pretty lavender. The kind you'd see in the sky when the sun was setting, when so many pastels invaded your eyesight it sent a shiver of tranquility shooting down your spine.

                         The color followed her hand as she pulled away from the boy, her demeanor from before falling and showing the smirk on her lips.

                         "Woah!" The people around her gawked at the energy swirling in her end. "I've never seen that before!"

                         "What is that?"

                         In a flash, she flicked her wrist revealing the familiar tarot card resting in between her middle and index finger. The lavender energy that was on her palm was now swirling around the card—likely from where it originated from in the first place. It pulsed with its magical energy, as though waiting to finally be used.

                         "We should definitely do that again, Iida," she stated as she began walking away from him. Sending a smirk over her shoulder. "At least, we should do it again the next time I need your quirk."

                         "My quirk, now what is the meaning—"

                         She rolled up her pant leg and with a mere brush from her tarot card on both legs, two engines appeared. One on each leg, exactly like Iida's. They sprouted from her skin like a flower blossoming—the only difference was the pain. The most common drawback of using The Fool, was when her targets quirks were something they were born with. Much like Iida, for example, in order for her to use his quirk she needed his engines. The Fool, allows her to not only replicate the core of the quirk but also its physical characteristics. Hence the new appearance of the cool metal mufflers on her calves.

The downside, the pain she felt when they ripped her skin apart—but she was determined not to show any signs of weakness, no matter if they were her classmates.

"On your marks," but her father knew his daughter well. He could see her jaw clenching in pain and the practically invisible limp to her walk. Her energy already waining due to her concentration from before. "Ready—"

A gunshot rang out, and before she could comprehend what was going on. The engine took off—so fast, she felt her skin flapping against her cheeks. The rush of air definitely popped her ears.

Wait? How the hell am I going to stop?

SLAM!

She collided with someone, hard. The impact of the collision sent them both sprawling to the ground, dirt already embedded in her hair. She could already feel the scrapes of rocks digging into her body and scratching at the nauseating blue gym suit. She wouldn't be surprised ( or disappointed ) if it caused a few rip and tears. Universe knows the gym suit deserved it.

                         The other person wrapped their arms around her, in order to protect her from the collision entirely. It wasn't until they stopped rolling and their momentum died that Naomi realized who she was sprawled on top of. The greenette from earlier who practically caused the class to grow silent at his mere presence, the same one that apparently caused a huge uproar at the practical exams.

She sat up, still straddling him, "Nice catch, freckles." She leaned down to get a closer look at him. His face flushed a deep red as if minutes from bursting at their close proximity. "I think I owe you one."

"Oh no! You d-dont have to! It was nothing! I just wanted to help you out. No attachments really."

Naomi tilted her head, causing her two toned hair to fall around her. Framing her face and falling down around him as well. Her eyes observed him, deeply, wondering how the boy who looked as though he was mere moments from a heart attack and bared a similar resemblance to a puppy cause such a reaction out of their newfound class—it intrigued her ( and made her very curious )

He waited in bated breath and a slight gasp as she observed him. Too tense to move.

                         Another second felt like eternity before her face backed away and a small quirk to her lips presented itself, "Sweet boy."

                         He blushed profusely at her words but she was already standing up and offering him a hand, "Names Naomi, and you're Izuku right?"

                         "Uhm, me?"

                         Naomi quirked an eyebrow, "That is your name right? I want to thank my hero, universe knows I would've made a fool of myself the first day of school if you hadn't caught me." Her hair was down in waves reaching the end of her back, the underside of her hair was white and complete contrast to the deep brown everywhere else. It glinted in the sunlight, "So?"

                         "O-Oh," he took her hand and let her pull him to his feet. "Yes, I'm Izuku Midoriya."

                         She dusted herself off, "Well, hero," she sent him a smirk. "Seems like I owe you one. Let me know when you want to cash in."

                         He frantically waved his hands to deny but she was already walking away from him. Ignoring the gawks of others and instead focusing on the cards in her hands, shuffling them as though they were the only things in the world.

                         The rest of the games went by fairly quickly. Naomi using her quirk to the best of her ability trying to rid herself of the fatigue she was feeling. However, it only worsened when participating in the grip strength game, the universe decided to once again to fool her when she drew The High Priestess. Her karma could wait until after she was done with these games. Even if she knew her father was bluffing about expelling the student who came in last.

                         Either way, she once again used her energy and concentrated on drawing another card. Curse the universe if she didn't draw the one she needed, especially since she knew she only had one more change about her before her energy diminished altogether.

                         Let's just say, the minute her classmates saw what came about her next card. They almost ran.

                         The Devil.

                         "Hey!" Naomi snapped her fingers drawing the creatures attention. "Come on, d. Do this for me and I'll give you chocolate. How does that sound?"

                         The creature huffed as it looked at the students around her with a confused look on its red face. It towered over them in a very intimidating manner.

                         "It's going to eat me!" Minerta cried

                         "What even is that thing?"

                         "Is that even allowed?"

                         "How many quirks does she have?"

                         "Nope!" Naomi said snapping her fingers again. "Focus on me, D. You want chocolate right?"

                         "Chocolate?" It huffed.

                         "Yes, with mochi too."

                         It huffed and rolled its eyes, "Always do something for you."

                         "I'll give you two chocolate bars and two strawberry mochi, understand? Come on, Please, d?"

                         It seemed to think before huffing and wrapping its hand around the metal device and squeezing. A large snap! was heard before the entire contraption broke due to its pressure. The metallic pieces shattered in its hands before it snorted.

                         Naomi grinned, "Thanks, big guy. You can go now. I'll give you your rewards later."

                         The minute she pulled him back to her tarot card, her energy felt like it was tethering over the edge. Her exhaustion multiplying and her eyelids drooping. Changing the cards was never her strongest suit, especially when her limit was three per day. Usually, the drawing is random, like the events in the universe. Even if she could change them, she's incredibly limited in doing so. In reality, with her quirk, it felt like she was playing a game of chance every-time she used it.

                         Nonetheless, by the end of it all. Her classmates stood huddled in a group as they watched the greenette Izuku try his luck at the ball throw. Naomi had kept an eye on him the entire series of games watching as he came nowhere near the other classmates and herself. What'd they find so interesting about this boy?

                         "If midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home," Tenya Iida said from his spot in front of Naomi.

                         "Huh? Of course he is. He's a quirkless loser," Bakugo barked back.

                         "He has a quirk. Did you not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?"

                         Naomi poked her head through the gap between them and tilted her head, "What exactly did he do in the entrance exam?"

                         Iida sent her a glance before crossing his arms over his chest, "Well, he delivered a powerful blow to the robot we were all advised to ignore. It wasn't worth any points but he went after it either way, saving Uraraka here in the process."

                         The chubby girl grinned, "It was awesome! With one punch the robot was down!"

                         Naomi furrowed her eyebrows together in curiosity, "Interesting," she turned to Bakugo who was glaring daggers at the boy in the circle. "And you, what's your issue with him?"

                         "Mind your business, witch!"

                         She narrowed her violet eyes, "Listen here, boom boy—"

                         "What did you just call me?!"

                         "You heard me, short fuse."

                        Bakugo was glaring at her with such intensity the others decided to take a step back out of sheer safety.

                         Naomi, on the other hand, only smirked.

                         "Enough you two," Her father said as he came up behind them both. "Don't make me separate you."

                         Naomi rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Izuku who looked at the ball in his hand fiercely. A look of pure determination crossed his face as he wound up the throw. This made Naomi excited, she wanted to see how his quirk worked. Especially after hearing his entrance exam story.

                         He swung his arm forward and released the grip he had on the ball . . . it landed fourteen feet away from him.

                         Naomi was disappointed.

                         "Huh, what gives, I was trying to use it just now."

                         "I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school.

                         "Wait you did what to my—" suddenly the boy stiffened. "Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero. Eraser Head!"

                         "Eraser? Who's that?" Her classmates whispered around her:

                         "Oh, I've heard of him. I think he works on the down-low."

                         "You're not ready. You don't have control over your power. Were you planning to break your bones again? Counting on someone else to save your useless body?"

                         "No! That's not what I was trying to do!"

                         He wraps his scarf around Izuku and pulls him closer, the conversation so low none of her classmates could overhear. But Naomi likes to think she knows what they're talking about. Just like her father knows her, the same is vice versa.

                         In a couple of seconds he let go of a dejected looking Izuku, "I've returned your impractical Quirk. Take your final throw. Hurry and get it over with."

                         Suddenly, Izuku tensed up in determination. Even from her spot in the back she could see the grip he had on the ball. The minute he let go, a blast of strength or air followed the ball, propelling it high in the air—so much so the air blew Naomi's hair out of her face.

                         "he threw it over 705 meters!"

                         "Nice! he's finally showing us his true power!"

                         Naomi combed her hair with her fingers, "Glad we didn't have to wait any longer," she bit the inside of her cheek as she noticed his now purpled finger. "I was growing bored."

                         "His finger seems to be broken now. Just like in the exam. This quirk is very odd."

                         "It wasn't a very pretty throw."

                         The sounds of explosions drew her away from the scene and onto a very heated Bakugo charging straight to a terrified Midoriya. Seriously, what the hell was it with these two?

                         "Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that or you're dead!"

                         "Uh," Naomi furrowed her eyebrows as she nudged her teacher. "Mr. Aizawa, shouldn't you—"

                         Her father only glanced at her and sighed, "I got it."

                         He uncoiled his scarf and within seconds had it around Bakugo's body inches away from a terrified Izuku.

                         "Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

                         "Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy. Stand down. It'll be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye."

                         "Too bad. That power is amazing!"

                         "You're wasting my time now. It's time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individuals score."

                         Naomi scanned the holographic panel and took notice of her name on third place. Below Yaoyorozu and Todoroki, and above a very angry Bakugo who was practically seething at his placement. She scanned the list further and noticed Izuku, landing in last—like she'd predicted. And like she knew her father expected.

                         "And I was lying, no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

                         The others gasped.

                         "I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry, I guess I probably should have said something."

                         The classmates next to both Yaoyorozu and Naomi stared at her for a moment, their jaws on the ground and relief glimmering in their eyes. It had Naomi snickering behind her hand.

                         "Yeah, you should have

                         "That's it we're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning," her father said as he turned to walk away.

                         "Midoriya, take this and go have the old lady fix you up. Things are gonna be tougher tomorrow when your actual training begins. Make sure you're prepared."

                         Naomi smirked and sidled up next to Izuku, "You know, hero, that's the first time I've seen him act decent all day. I have to say you really won him over once you tapped into your quirk."

                         Izuku flushed at the familiar pretty girl, "O-Oh! I-I don't think so. I barely made it."

                         She pursed her lips in thought and placed a finger over her chin, "I think he sees the same thing I see when I look at you."

                         The red disappeared from his face as he turned to her, curious on her take, "Oh yeah? What's that?"

                         She shrugged as she began walking a head of him—appearing nonchalant but throwing a smile over her shoulder, "Potential," before she turned the corner she sent him another glance, "Catch you later, hero."

— NAT TALKS

sooo, it's very rushed towards the end bcs this is over 7k words 😭 but I hope you begin to love my beautiful girl Naomi. she's by far my fav oc I've created, especially with what I have planned for this fic!

we'll go deeper into her quirk later, shoutout to quiixwii for letting me rant about this fic again, ilysm.

theories?

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